I started out as a criminal, and the police relied on me to solve countless cases.

Chapter 300 Warning
In Washington, DC, a huge manor surrounded by dense forests.

In the magnificent office.

The gray-haired General Bolton is giving a state of the nation briefing to an elderly man in a wheelchair. Compared with the briefings from the White House Presidential Office, this one is definitely more comprehensive and professional.

“The chaos of war in the Middle East”

"The deployment of troops in Eastern Europe is complete."

“The Fed is not unanimous on rate cuts”

Bolton spoke slowly and in detail.

After listening to the lengthy report, the old man seemed a little tired.

"General Bolton, you've seen that I'm too old. Even if this world were to be destroyed tonight, I wouldn't have any regrets. So I'm not interested in these weird news. Oh, by the way, how is our new elder now? Are you used to it?"

Speaking of Jiang Hanwen, the old man finally perked up.

"President, forgive me for being so presumptuous, but Elder Jiang has a complicated identity. He is an official from the mainland, and he has too much contact with Li Ben's left-wing forces. Some powerful figures in Han Country have personal relationships with him."

Bolton closed the folder and took a blanket made of white bear skin and covered the old man's legs. The old man was old and weak, and the medical team had always emphasized keeping warm. Although it was summer, the temperature in the mountains was always low.

"The probability that we live in the real world is far less than one in ten thousand. Do you understand?"

The old man suddenly said something irrelevant. He tilted his head, stroked the soft bear skin with his palm, narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked quite relaxed.

"President, why do you keep mentioning this recently? This is all nonsense from that guy in the electric car in Silicon Valley who is trying to defraud investors."

As a soldier who had participated in the war and had actually killed people and seen blood, Bolton only believed in artillery shells and not these vague conjectures.

The president is much older than him. He was also a brave warrior who carried a gun and fought in the trenches. Why would he believe the words of a liar?

This also shows how serious the degeneration of people's thinking will be when they get older.

"Burton, I have invested in many top scientists, including those in bioengineering and artificial intelligence. They told me before that when you live to be 159 years old, there will be technology that will allow you to live to be years old. When you live to be years old, there will be new technology that will extend the human lifespan to years."

"I once firmly believed these words and thought they were the truth, but in the end, they were all just illusions. The truth is that even if you give a person all the gold in the world and let him use all the scientific and technological means, it is impossible to make a dying person live even one second longer."

The old man lowered his eyes and yawned. His eyes were a little red and he looked very sleepy.

But he blocked Bolton's hand from calling for his servants.

"I'm fine. I'm very happy today. Our new elder said that I still have at least four years to live. Hahahaha, four years! I believe that by then I can apply for the Guinness World Record. Hahahaha."

The old man was very happy, yawning and laughing all the time. Indeed, a man over 110 years old should not stay up late.

"President, do you really believe what that kid, ahem, the elder said?"

Bolton frowned. He firmly believed that if someone really dared to claim in front of him that he could predict the future, he would definitely take out the Colt and let this so-called prophet feel the true destiny coming.

But would a wise man like the president be so easily deceived? I don't think so.

"Little Bolton, fifty years ago, when your father passed away, he entrusted you to me. I wanted to train you to be a bishop, but you just like guns and cannons. Why don't you even trust my judgment now?"

The old man rolled his eyes at Bolton.

"I have spent hundreds of billions of dollars over the past few decades, so there must be some gains. Believe in my judgment. If there is anyone in this world who can predict the future, it must be our young elder."

"What you just said, the so-called complex identity, is it important? I tell you, when you look at things, you have to see the essence of things."

The old man's voice turned serious, as if he was teaching the younger generation an important life lesson.

He pointed a skinny finger at the skyline outside the window.

"Is our organization from the United States?"

"Um, President, this, this, this, of course it is."

Bolton was a little confused. Most of the Communist Party organizations are in the United States. The reason why the organization has become the strongest organization in the world is that it relies on the country's extremely strong national and military strength, isn't it?

"wrong!"

"The Communist Party will always be bound to the most powerful country on the planet. This country can be the United States, Europe, or China. If necessary, it can even be a country on the African continent. There is nothing wrong with that."

"The first priority of an organization's existence is always to coexist with the strongest."

"As for judging who is the strongest, that is a skill that the leader of this organization must learn."

The old man pulled the bearskin on his legs towards his stomach. Chinese people have always advocated keeping the navel warm, which makes sense, especially for the elderly.

"President, isn't the United States the most powerful country on earth?"

Bolton suddenly felt that he could not keep up with the old man's thinking.

"You are a high-ranking member of the Mold Group. You know best what the current situation of the country's military is. I won't say more."

The old man ignored Bolton's doubts and continued.

"There is an old Chinese saying: the moon waxes and wanes, and water overflows. The more prosperous the country is, the closer it is to ruin. Moreover, the current situation of this country has long been irreversible and is on a downward slope."

"No matter how powerful we are, we are no match for those people's greed."

The old man shook his head: "So we need a fresh body and a young, powerful, and extremely wise spokesperson."

"President!!!"

Bolton's voice was trembling, and his eyes were wide open. The old man's words just now were understated, but they sounded like thunder to his ears.

Even if both presidential candidates were shot tomorrow morning, he would not be so shocked.

The head of the most powerful and richest organization in the world actually placed his hopes on a yellow-skinned young man, and it was obvious that this young man did not agree with the organization's philosophy.

"President, this is unreasonable. Putting aside the results of the struggle between the two countries, the soil of China is not suitable for us to survive."

Bolton's voice was trembling a little. He felt horrified at the thought that his descendants would live on the other side of the river.

"I've said before that we should look at things on a century-long scale. You should know that more than 200 years ago, members of our organization were still making revolutions in Europe, hanging capitalists from street lamps. About 100 years ago, our organization represented the emerging petty bourgeoisie in the battlefield against fascism."

"And now? We control the world's finance and have become the largest capital."

"Do you understand? If we want to survive, we must adapt to the times. If the times require us to be revolutionaries, we will be revolutionaries. If the times require us to be exploiters, we will be exploiters. One day in the future, if the times require us to hold up the red flag and spread Marxism-Leninism, then we can also become the most popular preachers."

"These are just outer garments, protective colors. It is not important. What is important is that we must see the trend in advance, know who will be the master of the world, and then plant the seeds in advance, absorb its nutrients, grow with it, and become one with it."

The old man looked at Bolton who was still confused and shook his head. It was obvious that the adopted son he had raised for decades was not a wise enough person. His wisdom and vision were not enough to see the future.

But these did not discourage him. At least the young man he saw tonight gave him enough surprises.

Apart from anything else, the statement that he can live at least four years is absolutely true.

This is more important than anything else.

"President, I."

Bolton felt like his head was smoking. He couldn't comprehend what he had just heard.

"Go out~~ I want to rest."

The old man waved his hands and closed his eyes.

"Yes, President."

Bolton stood up and retreated respectfully. Just as he was about to close the door, he was stopped by the old man.

"I know what you're thinking."

The old man's eyes were not open. He huddled in a wheelchair, and his whole body seemed to be a ball of white fur. But his voice seemed to come from the icy hell, piercing Bolton's soul.

"If Jiang Hanwen died in New York, or anywhere else, you wouldn't have to live."

"Go."

"Yes, yes, President."

Bolton closed the door carefully and turned around. The cold night wind made his whole body tremble and the sweat on his back turned cold in an instant.

He retracted the murderous intent in his heart and put on an easy-going face.

The president rarely warns others, he usually chooses to make those who disobey him physically disappear.

The reason he was able to walk out of this door alive today was entirely because of the affection that the president had nurtured and cultivated over the past few decades.

"Jiang Hanwen~~"

Bolton walked down the stairs step by step, muttering to himself.

The night view of Manhattan is still very beautiful, especially on the large balcony on the top floor, with the cruise ships on the Hudson River flashing in the distance.

Jiang Hanwen just glanced over the recruitment advertisement script that White sent him and threw it aside.

This advertisement consists of five short films of more than two minutes each, which respectively introduce the growth stories and military journeys of five U.S. soldiers.

The protagonists of these five stories are Emma, ​​a white woman, Richie, an African-American man, Janine, an African-American woman, Jennifer, a Latina woman, and David, an Asian man.

Jiang Hanwen sent the script to Mr. Kobayashi.

Lin Yueqing was shocked after reading it: "These buffs are all stacked, gay, female, black, Latino, Asian... Can you summon a dragon?"

She couldn't help but start complaining about these weird stories.

The first story: Emma, ​​a white girl from California, has two "moms". She has been fighting for the interests of "sexual minorities" since she was a child. She was moved by the story of her two moms getting married and joined the U.S. Army... Are they going to turn all Americans into homosexuals?
The second story: An African-American girl named Janine was born into a military family. Her father was a Vietnam War veteran who was physically and mentally devastated and had always been against the war. Janine was a patriotic American pink who had been very spirited since childhood, but her father would not let her join the army... Later, Janine became a singer and toured around the world. She saw overseas that "the U.S. military was helping the disadvantaged groups in backward areas"... She became even more patriotic and made up her mind to join the U.S. Army and the art troupe, singing specifically for the American soldiers.

Jiang Hanwen looked at the endless city skyline and felt it was ridiculous.

He always thought that he had witnessed too many murders and all kinds of perverted thugs in his previous life, and there shouldn't be any evil people in this world that could shock him.

But this glorious city before our eyes, this city with an area of ​​less than 60 square kilometers, has a GDP of over one trillion US dollars. The capitalists living here, with every financial tsunami and every capital tide they detonate, will reap countless wealth, trigger wars and killings, and destroy thousands of lives.

I don’t know how the “US military helps disadvantaged groups in backward areas” that Jia Ning saw overseas was actually helping…I don’t know if it was bombing civilians, stealing oil, harvesting wheat, or the Japanese invaders entering the village and killing innocent people to claim credit?
The third story: Richie, a black boy from a small village, had never seen the world since he was a child. After moving to Florida, he was like Granny Liu who entered the Grand View Garden. After seeing the prosperity of the big city, he resolutely decided to join the army to protect "a beautiful world".

Mr. Xiao Lin couldn't help but complain: "Did this guy decide to protect the world after seeing the prosperity of big cities?"

The fourth story: Jennifer, a Latin American girl, was born in a poor family and lived in a chaotic neighborhood. However, she received a lot of help from kind people since she was a child. For example, tourists would throw candies to her from the cars... So after she immigrated to the United States, she also aspired to be a kind person and joined the U.S. Army...

"Why should we go to the United States if we want to be good? Why should we join the U.S. Army if we want to be good?"

The fifth story: David is an ordinary Asian boy who wanted to be a pilot since he was young. However, he was not smart and had poor grades. He never had a good time in school and he was very self-conscious...

After his brother’s advice, he decided to pursue his dream. By exercising and staying up late to study, he finally joined the army and realized his dream. He also made a spiritual chicken soup:
“To become a military pilot, it doesn’t take talent, it takes time and hard work.”

Mr. Xiao Lin held his forehead with his hand and said: "You insult Asians! I can understand that Asians have low self-esteem, and I can understand that Asians are unpopular in school, but Asians are stupid, poor at studying, and have low IQs... Is this an Asian? Silicon Valley programmers will never agree to this."

In general, this recruitment advertisement is forcing "political correctness", but this American-style "political correctness" embodies the arrogance, hypocrisy and prejudice of imperialism everywhere... So, anyone who sees it will feel embarrassed. If black Americans, homosexuals, Mexicans and Asians have brains, they should feel not respect, but naked offense.

"I think even Americans themselves can't stand watching this recruitment ad."

Lin Leqing looked up at Jiang Hanwen.

"Director Jiang, are you going to shoot this film or not?"

"Of course I have to shoot. It's a rare opportunity to fleece the capitalists."

Jiang Hanwen showed Mr. Xiao Lin the offer from Taylor Swift, which was 3800 million US dollars. This price was twice as high as Nolan's.

"Haha, I'm not even worth a fraction of this price. This is a naked bribe."

"But I've already decided that my name can't be used when the film is broadcast~~"

If it was before I met the president, given Jiang Hanwen's worth, the other party could only offer him a maximum salary of 50 yuan. Now it has increased by who knows how many times.

"We made a lot of money this time. It's enough to make a medium-budget movie."

Seeing that Xiao Lin was a little confused, Jiang Hanwen opened the folder on the desktop of the computer.

The Great Gatsby script.

After taking a look at the main and supporting characters, Mr. Kobayashi bit his lip.

“Do you really want to film this?”

She was not against Jiang Hanwen taking advantage of the situation, but the protagonists of this book were all "acquaintances".

There is an overt murder plot and an ugly love story between a bunch of rich and powerful guys. It has enough gimmicks and is really good to watch, but can this thing really be put on the screen?

(End of this chapter)